As I sit here in my London flat watching my baby explore every nook and cranny that she can find I realize how much I have grown, expanded, in the past couple of years since we have moved away from Europe. In some ways I am proud of myself. Yet sometimes I still struggle with ‘am I sharing too much? not enough?’.
I am unsure of what instituted the shift, but it is clearly there.
Before the summer of 2012 I loved announcing where I was traveling to, where I was staying, while also offering and accepting lunch and coffee dates to socialize and meet new people. I got so excited sharing the news of the new (or familiar) places and would anticipate the types of people I would meet along the way.
Summer of 2012 we made the decision to move home to Vancouver (where we quietly travelled around Europe for a month before returning) and then suddenly I found myself facing reverse culture shock and a mild depression, and since then I have become more secluded in my online profile. If you follow me on Instagram it is probably the only place where I am little more carefree with my posting. Facebook feels like a chore and Twitter feels like another universe for me.
So while I sit here in my London flat I realized that I didn’t say anything about us traveling back to Europe. That this is not just for a two week holiday but for a longer period than normal. And how excited I am that we actually made it happen!
On Instagram I’m posting almost every day of what this past month has looked like for us, but here on my blog it has been quiet and on Facebook I haven’t said a word.
This has been the result of not posting on social media for months and then really taking a look at what feeds me and what drains me.
I have become more private in what I post; keeping our lives a little more to ourselves and not so much of a “look at me and what I am doing”. And it feels good, really good to have some privacy.
But on the other hand I also understand that you might be wondering why it is so quiet here and perhaps where I have gone.
The answer is I am living life. It is lovely and beautiful. In the past month we’ve visited Paris, Amsterdam, Warsaw and are spending the month of October in London before flying to Porto, Portugal for the month of November. This has been a dream come true for us, one that I didn’t think was going to happen back in July but so happy that we were able to make a reality.
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